Rougarou

My right earlobe still aches  
just a little from your teeth.  
Thoughts of you hit me  
like diamond moon through the coal of clouds.  
I've been tugging on it  
all day.  
You know you have me  
on your side  
until you ask me to go? -  
 
Absolutely  
until then,  
and only then  
will I spare you  
the fact  
of your own beauty.  
I never would have guessed  
you don't know about it.  
You're like a wolf  
unaware of his fur.  
My Rougarou.  
 
I pulled back your hair  
in Metarie, all  
tangled with the dark and you,  
smooth through my fingers -  
my Rougarou, my Rou, my Roooo -  
you howled a note  
to the crescent moon  
lucky  
and bright  
enough to see us.  
 
The small of my back  
still has a bruise  
from one of the tombstones.  
You know.